....I left a door open
somewhere unlocked
~in shock now
...I am running down
secret passageways-no longer
sacred
searching for this intruder
`this "thief" in my temple
checking for missing items
hidden treasures turned in
foreign hands
whole rooms ...perused
maybe even
~slept in
internal scrolls unfolded
somehow
lovingly
I sift through scents
finding candles
still lit
lighting inner areas
finding spaces long~lost
now found stamped
with a familiar
literary signature
confirmed by ancient literature
on the outside
and clues on the In<
forensics point out>
Her-
yes!..... it's a she...
running around loose
stir-Ring up
all manner of
stuff....she's leaving
each crime scene
twenty seven seconds
before my arriving flight
~Karmatic fingerprint
certainly Queen-like
So even though
my timing is
improving...I still feel
I'm losing this race to
~that place where only truth travels
still...my path narrows
I have her aura
lingering in my
Hall Of Pharoah's
she's in the Glyph
of Hiero-
I must be high yo !
...Now I know where she is headed~
In Me
......between two spheres
sits a third unseen,
yet...all-seeing
connected to this third is
the Seven-all-being...

She aint playin fair...
...but
this never was a game
it seems she gained entry with
a certain focus
an aim only
earlier I assumed
not possible
I approach this last chamber
with caution
trepidation
past formula's
flash heat
from memory
and I
extend
fingers
to her shoulder...

she turns in the
central chakra
the Heart
of the soul
the place where only

very

very

very

d
e
e
p

breaths go.....

I ask you Now !

Why are U here ....?

Why have U come...?

I am talking 2 U....

~as I wait for answers already known...
I look around and find Me is no longer
singular...

Something so wonderful this way comes...when one poem makes love to another and together the lines become interwoven...like slave quilts...they tell their story...they lie naked between the lines and we read to recapture the glory of their rhyme in each other's eyes

4 u 2 c the dance......2 decypher the cypher........brings me much pleasure....lovin the "Slave Quilt" analogy......sounds like a title as well......U probrably already know this but...did u know slave quilts showed escape routes in hidden codes..weaved right in ?
thats a fertile area of research and discussion...Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.